English sacred poetry, of the sixteenth, seventeenth, eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, selected and ed. by R.A. WillmottRobert Eldridge Aris Willmott 1862 |
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... mind the same impression as our old Sermons . They are alike distinguished by intensity of purpose and naturalness of sentiment . We do not pray , was the complaint of COLERIDGE , with that entire , unsuspecting , childlike truth ...
... mind the same impression as our old Sermons . They are alike distinguished by intensity of purpose and naturalness of sentiment . We do not pray , was the complaint of COLERIDGE , with that entire , unsuspecting , childlike truth ...
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... MIND 43 GOD SEEN IN HIS WORKS 45 JOHN MILTON . MORNING PRAYER IN PARADISE 100 THOMAS JORDAN . INSCRIPTION FOR LOT'S WIFE . 129 MARY RUSSELL MITFORD . TO MY MOTHER SLEEPING 265 . JOHN KEBLE . BEREAVEMENT 291 JOHN S. B. MONSELL ...
... MIND 43 GOD SEEN IN HIS WORKS 45 JOHN MILTON . MORNING PRAYER IN PARADISE 100 THOMAS JORDAN . INSCRIPTION FOR LOT'S WIFE . 129 MARY RUSSELL MITFORD . TO MY MOTHER SLEEPING 265 . JOHN KEBLE . BEREAVEMENT 291 JOHN S. B. MONSELL ...
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... MIND THE MEAN ESTATE THE HAPPIEST PRAISE OF COUNTRY LIFE A HYMN TO MY GOD W. Holman Hunt J. D. Watson 1 " H. S. Marks 6 . J. D. Watson 17 Harrison Weir 19 • C. Keene 22 • THE DIRGE OF THE FAMOUS . H. S. Marks • VANITY OF LEARNING SEARCH ...
... MIND THE MEAN ESTATE THE HAPPIEST PRAISE OF COUNTRY LIFE A HYMN TO MY GOD W. Holman Hunt J. D. Watson 1 " H. S. Marks 6 . J. D. Watson 17 Harrison Weir 19 • C. Keene 22 • THE DIRGE OF THE FAMOUS . H. S. Marks • VANITY OF LEARNING SEARCH ...
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... Thee my heart shall offer sacrifice ; To Thee my thoughts , who my thoughts only sees ; To Thee myself , -myself and all I give ; To Thee I die ; to Thee I only live ! Raleigh . A QUIET MIND . WHEN all is done and said 5.
... Thee my heart shall offer sacrifice ; To Thee my thoughts , who my thoughts only sees ; To Thee myself , -myself and all I give ; To Thee I die ; to Thee I only live ! Raleigh . A QUIET MIND . WHEN all is done and said 5.
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Robert Aris Willmott. A QUIET MIND . WHEN all is done and said , In the end thus shall you find , He most of all doth bathe in bliss , That hath a quiet Mind : A QUIET MIND . And , clear from worldly cares.
Robert Aris Willmott. A QUIET MIND . WHEN all is done and said , In the end thus shall you find , He most of all doth bathe in bliss , That hath a quiet Mind : A QUIET MIND . And , clear from worldly cares.
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Angels beams beauty behold beneath bless blest breast breath bright brow cheerful clouds cold COUNTRY CHURCHYARD dark dead death deep delight DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB divine dost doth dread dreams dust dwell earth Edmund Cartwright ELEGY WRITTEN eternal Ev'n fair faith fear flowers gloom glorious glory grace grave grief hand hath heart Heaven heavenly Henry Vaughan hill holy hope hour humble Humphrey Gifford HYMN J. D. Watson John Byrom let Thy light live look Lord mind morn mountains Nebaioth night o'er pain peace PENATES praise PRAYER PRAYER OF SOLOMON rest rise round sacred seek shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stars sweet tears tell tempest Thee Thine things Thomas Parnell Thou art thought thro unto Vex'd voice wave William Habington winds wings wonder
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Стр. 27 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear no more the...
Стр. 215 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Стр. 233 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon ? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet ? — God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo,...
Стр. 101 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge him thy greater ; sound his praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, And when high noon hast gained, and when thou fall'st.
Стр. 28 - And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it— Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me.
Стр. 102 - Join voices, all ye living souls ; ye birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep ; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal Lord ! be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gathered aught of evil or concealed, Disperse it, as now light dispels...
Стр. 167 - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing. I cannot go Where universal love not smiles around, Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns; From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Стр. 101 - Air, and ye Elements the eldest birth Of Nature's Womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual Circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things, let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Стр. 362 - Let us be patient! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Стр. 358 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...